ITP Is Under Attack!

Oh those fucking spammers! While I run software to try and keep them at bay they have figured out how to get around it and post comments to the site. The last few days I’ve had to manually delete a dozen or so comments which managed to find their way through the filters. To shut down these bastards I am going to implement a new policy of turning off comments for posts which are more than seven days old.

To make matters harder, my webhost seems to be having problems as well. As I try to turn off comments I am getting timeout problems.

Those Pornographers Were Fully Clothed
WTF?

After a smashing beef brisket dinner at the Yacht Club the group shambled over to Variety Playhouse for the show. To my pleasure we arrived while Immaculate Machine was still on stage. I enjoyed their set enough to buy their latest cd while on a beer run during Emma Pollack’s set.

Pollack’s set was alright. It was aptly described as “white rice” by Terri.

The Pornographers took the stage and knocked out a really decent set of music. Within their initial set they played the majority of the “known” songs from the band’s catalog. To their credit they also peppered the set with a little crowd banter, including a somewhat funny exchange between AC (Carl) Newman and the crowd as he held up the show until people stopped yelling out song titles.

The band played (at least) two encore sets. I was present for the first, but since the clock had progressed past midnight as the second encore started I cashed in my chips and headed home.

To my fellow concert-goers (those being the ones around my friends and not my friends). I’ve asked this before, but WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP DURING THE SHOW!!!!????!!!! Why people continue to be so damn inconsiderate and hold conversations during a concert baffles me. I am adding the following two band names to my list of names in case I ever start a band.
– Shut The Fuck Up!
– Stop Talking

If you are considering starting a band you have my permission to use either.

I don’t think that it’s very easy to take photos of jack-o-lanterns. Try it tonight and see for yourself. btw- When this was taken I was also inebriated so that might have made it a wee little bit harder.

October Wrap
Did I achieve happiness? No, far from it actually?

Will I be able to take Sarah’s advice from yesterday to be more accepting of myself? Hopefully, but probably not. Before you jump down my throat, here is my reasoning…

People have told me for a long time to love myself. Well, that’s been more than a little difficult since I have been fairly unsuccessful in getting women to love me. It’s rather a vicious cycle.

Picture a rubber ball (a red-striped pink Spalding ball for those who grew up in the 1970’s). With each successive bounce the ball fails to bounce as high as it did previously. If the height of the ball represents my confidence, and therefore my ability to love myself, then with each rejection it’s height shrinks. Under its current course it will eventfully it will be flat at which point I give up completely.

To me the “no one will love you until you love yourself” concept is a difficult to grasp as the “no one will hire you unless you have experience, but how do you get experience if no one will hire you” paradox.

Perhaps The Scariest Thing To Be Seen Tonight
Will be the sight of me attempting to run. That’s right. Damn the torpedoes I will be at George’s tonight for a run. Who knows, perhaps I’ll even stop at a few houses for some candy. I will be in a costume after all — running gear.

And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…Current Mood – What mood don’t I have today? My body is raging with emotion.Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing Built To Spill — “You Were Right” (btw- my favorite Built To Spill song)Website Of The Day – For a long time I pimped Gmap Pedometer as the site to use for planning running maps. I’ve recently heard of Running Map, which seems to be a viable competitor.Exercise (b)Log – nothingMonthly Mileage – 16 milesMode Of Transportation To Work – Marta

I am lousy with song titles. Here is the set list from Saturday’s show in DC. I don’t think that they changed that much. If I remember correctly our first encore started with “Jackie”

All the Things That Go to Make Heaven and Earth
Use It
Myriad Harbour
Electric Version
All the Old Showstoppers
Jackie, Dressed in Cobras
Challengers
The Laws Have Changed
The Spirit of Giving
My Rights Versus Yours
Mass Romantic
Adventures in Solitude
Testament to Youth in Verse
Unguided
Twin Cinema
Go Places
Sing Me Spanish Techno
The Bleeding Heart Show
The Bones of an Idol
Jackie
From Blown Speakers
The Slow Descent Into Alcoholism

And years ago, several of us wanted to name a hasher “shut the fuck up” but Sani wouldn’t let us… 🙁 Trust me, it was perfect.

And to all you blog readers and Georges attendees… the mizzus and I are in need of moving boxes!! Yes friends, the time has FINALLY come to head South and in a very quick time frame. If you have moving boxes that are in reasonable condition and would like to get rid of them, bring them tonight (or Sunday or next Wednesday) and I’ll gladly put them to use..

Terri, download the concert from NPR, queue it up to the point where you left, invite a couple of people to start a conversation while standing behind you, then start the music. It’ll be just like being there. 😉

Steve – the Cut Rate Box Company down in Allan’s work ‘hood can get you some boxes pretty cheap. Bummer we got rid of all of ours when we moved in last year. Allan says we are never moving again, so we didn’t keep them. He will be at the station tomorrow, let me know if you need him to get you some (and big, medium, small, etc.)

Who’s dressed up today at work for Halloween? (I am….. Mrs. Incredible….. of course)

i love that martha mentioned there are people and reese who love you. yes people do love you and that’s important. but puppy love is an essential step toward the path of self-acceptance. even if the puppy in question has bad breath and gets irritable when homeless men shamble by.

the new pornographers show was incredible. but i realize how old and cranky i’m getting because i HATED that college ahole in front of me, who was dancing and singing and basically enjoying the show. i wanted to stab him.

Re: the rubber ball conundrum (a great name for a band…or a self help book)…I don’t have the answer, just wanted to validate the experience. Yep. The “you’re such a great person…then why the hell am I single?” conversation happens a lot. The only thing that seems to work for me is throwing myself into things I enjoy (whether or not I’m really good at them, which is also a hard thing for me) and spending time with friends (whose opinions of me aren’t colored by the scars, baggage and defense mechanisms left over from their previous relationships). It sucks, though.

Elizabeth is correct. I just keep busy so I don’t have time to dwell on the things that aren’t the just way I want them. I’ve also had to do a lot of ‘house cleaning’ in the past year. Getting rid of those things/people that do nothing but hold you back and bring you down.

The fun of the red striped Spalding Ball was that you could always pick it up and find a way to make it bounce even higher. If the ball hits a soft spot and doesn’t bounce find another place to throw it. (This metaphor is getting a little unwieldy.;-) )